Beech Trees from 50 by Footings

What I want is what I have
not when I was in the past
Keep it here, keep it now
don't want to bend, don't want to bow
What I did was tell you girl
it isn't right, it's just my world

And the beech trees are the last
the last to lose their leaves but when they do
it happens fast.

It's brittle and unbound
my guards are all let down
and the birds don't make a sound.

Everyone that I knew
it wasn't me, it wasn't you
Alien in their speech
in their eyes and in their reach
We've gotta run, gotta move
so much to gain, nothing to lose.

And the beech trees are the last
the last to lose their leaves but when they do
it happens fast.

This night has such a glow
the moonlight on the snow
on the shoulders of the crow

The last night we're alive
if we can go for a drive
perhaps it just won't arrive.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• blues
• folk
• indie
• punk
• Peterborough